Aye up funsters!
Well, as expected, Saturday’s jaunt out to Clevedon FC was a lively affair, with quite a few familiar faces we saw a few weeks back when we played at Clevedon Cricket Club.
Seems if you live in Clevedon, and play sports, you have to play all the sports.
Or, possibly, there’s simply not very much to do in Clevedon.
Answers on a postcard, please.
In any case, they seem a very friendly bunch. Whilst we were setting up, they held their raffle, and I couldn’t help but notice most of the prices consisted of strong liquor.
Which seemed fitting, as clearly pretty much everyone appeared to be already in an advanced state of alcoholic refreshment.
This does rather lend weight to my theory that there’s not much to do in Clevedon.
In any case, once the raffle prizes had been duly distributed, we kicked off the first set and merrily played through it to much dancing on the furniture.
At half-time, I was approached by a chap who asked if he could borrow my guitar and play a couple of songs with his mates. Normally we tend to deny such requests because there are really two ways it could go: –
1) They can’t play very well, and embarrass themselves whilst irritating everybody else, or
2) They can play very well, and then I look stupid.*
On this occasion, though, the guy seemed reasonably sensible, so we let him have a go. It’s always fun to watch people who think they know a song, and then two lines into the second verse realise they have no idea what comes next, and just mumble until the chorus arrives.
Anyway, everyone seemed well pleased, and as I was left babysitting the PA while they did this, it got me out of buying a round….
Second set, more drinking, more dancing, and finally we wound it up after a cheeky past-time encore.
Coming up this weekend: –
Saturday 26th – Keynsham Courtyard
We’ve never played this one before, but we’ve seen it – it’s just across the road from the Old Bank where we played last week. That means it must be next door to this little delicatessen that sells this really amazing butter, for just two pounds fifty….
Square on
A
* I mean, I AM stupid, but we don’t want everyone to know, do we?